the stoic glass of red wine is left half filled on the dressing table.
she looks at the wrinkle cream, guessing its content left.
looks at the improvement of her wrinkle on her eyes.
bereaves at the impact of aging.
she knows that her man is losing interest.
he can't recognise her to be the woman of her dreams.
though his wedding band is the only witness to that dreams of his.
yet he comes over and kisses her cheek.
encouraging every line on her face is a glory path for their love.
never once to give up on his love.
and wishes her happy annivesary...
and i wish that would be a perfect upcoming scene in my life one day some day...
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